Elemento Annual: #6 Sept 27, 2020 0:18:29 GMT -5 via mobile
Post by Elemento on Sept 27, 2020 0:18:29 GMT -5
-Part 1: The Federation Investigation-
After a distant trip across an ocean of stars, three angular crafts suddenly arrived in the space above Mortoseth, slowing down the moment they hit the exosphere of the planet. These agile ships were military craft, belonging to an entity known as The Federation. The Federation was a small military branch under the larger umbrella that was The Avalon Protectorate, it was just one of the many subsidiaries and offshoots of the faction. This squad of angular starfighters were manned by some of the finest young pilots that the Federation had to offer. Each went far at the Academy, where it wasn’t uncommon for students to have hopes and dreams of serving in the Royal Guard, but these pilots set their sights a touch lower. They wanted more than to just be on call, they wanted to be active and in the field, down and dirty. In many ways, that’s what The Federation was, it was answering calls no one else would. That’s what brought this squadron to Mortoseth today, they were going to look into what no one else would, what no one else cared to. Moments after arriving above the red planet, the three ships shot downward, almost playfully weaving in and out of one another as they flew through the thermosphere of the warm world below.
“Wolf Squadron, report.” Base command ordered. The specific base talking to them was back on Earth, emitting from a control tower. The Federation base was one of many, each owned and overseen by the Avalon Protectorate. Despite largely acting independent of the Protectorate most of the time, in the rare instances when the senate said jump, The Federation asked how high. This was not one of those times.
“Tommy Jaeger checking in.” The toothy blonde human chimed in, eager to be the first to report. Tommy was a great pilot but a contentious personality and over-large ego often held him back. Those things were exactly what stopped him from being top of his class at the Academy, beat out by none other than the man who would go on to lead Wolf Squadron: Barada. Though Jaeger had his flaws, that didn’t change the fact that he was talented. Talented, honest, and he could even prove charming now and again.
“Calico Brawn checking in. Smooth sailing, base command.” Brawn, the second pilot, spoke up next. Brawn was a hulking alien individual that somewhat resembled that of an orca, his deep voice matching his appearance. A pilot and mechanic with a mind for machines and little else, Calico wasn’t the brightest of the squadron but made up for it with his skill set. Despite his shortcomings, he had a good heart and was fiercely loyal, he’d die before leaving a fellow pilot in the lurch.
“Lieutenant Barada checking in. Wolf Squadron has arrived and is en route to the first set of coordinates, I repeat, we have arrived on Mortoseth. We will be commencing the investigation shortly.” Barada said, last but certainly not least, as he was the leader here. Like his parents before him, Barada was a brilliant pilot. The humanoid wolf had a passion for flying and a drive to reach for the stars, his humble beginnings in Boudin City back on Earth made him a dedicated and relentless star warrior, and one of the finest young men that The Federation had to offer. Well rounded and versatile both in flight and on the ground, Barada‘s faults were few but he did have them. Barada had proved reckless in the past, endangering either himself or others for the sake of the mission, whatever it may be. Alas, it rarely proved consequential, because Barada got results and was consistent.
“Affirmative, Wolf Squadron. You have the go ahead. As always, proceed with caution and let us know if anything goes south.” Base command replied, before clicking off. The monotone voice on the other end was little more than a controller, but the de facto leader of the Federation stood close behind, silently monitoring the squadron for herself.
The three starfighters slowly stopped weaving in and out of one another and instead transitioned into a triangular formation, with Barada leading the pack. The speedy ships quickly broke through the mesosphere and then the stratosphere of Mortoseth, the surface of the planet finally coming clearly into view. The nearly identical trio of ships were on the light side of Mortoseth, the side exposed to constant light and heat, making it an arid landscape of dunes and the occasional patch of dry mushrooms. The trio had two sets of coordinates they were to investigate while they were here on Mortoseth. When they were given the debriefing for the mission, all that they were told was that there were two mysterious crash sites that needed to be looked into. Due to the mission taking place on enemy soil, it had to be kept vague and entirely off the books. While not explicitly stated why the sites needed investigation, the trio could read between the lines and had an idea what they were here for, save for Calico Brawn. Brawn had no ideas yet, he was slow on the uptake. That said, each of the pilots would soon have a very clear understanding why it was they were here.